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((It has apparently been a bit since I had a story to post here haha! Lil delayed but a Mya story from the Finale of the Feleclipse storyline!))
Myaka glared up at the orc warlock. Though various attacks bombarded his shield it still held firm.
There has to be a way to break through. Despite what this blowhard thinks he can't be unbeatable.
The idea struck almost as a gift granted by the Light. The Scales could traverse realms, she used that ability all the time just to store it.
Could I use that to attack?
She called back to Xandric, nearly ignoring his recommendation to fall back to fight a nearby Pitlord. She would need cover against the naga and chaos warriors if she were to send away her mode of defense. Trusting the giant paladin to watch her back she dropped her focus far into her battlerage seeking the connection with the Scales. She would need to maintain it more than normal if she attacked this way. It was strange and unfamiliar like testing a muscle not used. The connection flared and she pushed against it like she would throwing a weapon.
She grinned in triumph as the shield appeared within Karthok's barrier. Shadowflame roared from the front coating him in fire. She could tell the attack had at least irritated him if not hurting outright. She pulled the shield back before Karthok could retaliate and pushed it again. The shield reappeared in a different place and blasted him again. She lost track of the push and pulls, she didn't pay attention to the feeling of draining. Her connection to the shield and battlerage pushed to the limit.
She smirked as the repeated attacks from her and the others brought the barrier down and the orc was forced on the defensive. Then he was gone.
Where-?!
She barely had time to wonder long, everything next happened in quick succession. Terror that was not hers flared through her connection with the Scales and something strong grabbed onto her. She tried to grapple with the orc’s grip and the world darkened into twilight.
Pain exploded around her as shadowflame erupted along her body. The world lightened again, the twilight realm fading as a scream of pain ripped out from her scorching throat. As the world faded to black she couldn't help but be thankful that she had not been conscious the last time she burned to death.
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She felt as if she was floating, even though as she looked around she appeared to be standing somewhere in an empty blackness. This had not been what she expected at the end. She expected the Halls, a shining Val’kyr standing before her to remake her soul as a stormforged.
I promised Kate I would live on as a Valarjar if something ever happened. Light I… What did she want? Her gut twisted as she remembered what had happened to her family after her 'death’. How Kate had deteriorated, how Olson had meant to find someone battle where he could go out in a blaze of glory.
What would happen to them now? She had to hope her final act would be enough for them to beat Karthok.
“You are safe here.” A rich rumbling voice murmured softly behind her. She turned quickly, dropping into a defensive stance despite knowing she had no weapons to fight with.
The being before her was like nothing she had ever seen. He towered over her, in spite of her impressive height. He looked like an elf, dark skin that looked purple in the dark expanse of nothing around them. Horns curled out from dark purple hair. His armor nearly reminded her of her own demonsteel only in purple and black tones. Spikes lined the ridges of his armor in a somehow familiar way even though she has never seen this man before.
“Who the fel are you, what happened?” She didn't drop her defensive stance. The colors and horns marked him as either a twilight or black dragon, neither of which boded well for her.
“I mean you no harm.” His purple eyes twinkled with barely contained amusement. “Had I wanted to harm you, severing the connection would have allowed your death to be finalized.”
Connection? Suddenly, she realized something was familiar. The voice was familiar. “Are you...Are you the Scales?”
His mouth formed a grin. “Your wits aren't dulled, even with your second brush with a pyre.” He starts to circle her. It's not calculating, not a predator circling prey. It's nearly parental, a dragon checking a whelp for injury. “I didn't have the time to phase to you, nor did I know if I could pull you from danger. It seems all I managed to do is pull your soul to safety.” She stared dumbfounded at the man. “When...you’ve never-” She shook her head, “How the fel do you have a body?!” She finally was able to say. “You’ve never manifested before.”
“You’ve never allowed our connection as close as you did.” The man pointed out. “That was a dangerous choice. You used more than just your battlerage. The connected attached to your soul, not just your battlerage.” He stopped his pacing. “I understand the situation, but you should learn to temper the connection if you do that again.”
She shook her head, the words reminding her of Karthok. A flash of silver light distracted her. Words filtered to her, but she couldn’t understand them. “You tried to save me?”
The man cocks his horned head, “Aye, yes. One does not normally enjoy being immolated.”
“Forgive my surprise,” she states wryly. “I remember a fight in Helhiem where you flashed away and abandoned me because you were ‘wrong about my potential.’” The words are not as accusatory as they might have been had he heard them from Kate, she had somewhat forgiven the shield. She had needed the push to realise she could beat Dominic.
She was surprised to see shame flit across his face. “Yes, this would be a change from then. I do maintain that you needed that victory. However, there might have been a better way to give it to you.” He stepped up towards her, his tall height even more apparent. “For lack of a better way to state it, you've changed me.” He says with a slight grin. “
A part of her knew she should be confused. She should be afraid or traumatized, she died. Well died again. The conversation after the guild meeting flitted through her mind, there was a reason she had not promised either Kate or Olson she'd come home. There was always a chance a well placed attack would take her life without any chance to avoid it.
Light flashed again, pulling her concentration, the man in front of her pulled a face at the bright flash.
“Val’kyr do not give in easily.” He muttered. She turned her attention back to him. Her mouth opened to speak and she stopped. The thought passing through her head blurting out instead.
“What in the Fel do I call you.”
He cocked his head to the side, violet eyes watching her. “Call? I am the Twilight Scales. You prefer to shorten it to The Scales.”
She shook her head, “that's the name of the shield, an object, you are a person. At least right now. That's just... strange, to call someone that.”
He let out a rumbling laugh. “You find out you have died, again, and that your weaponry has a sentient mind. And the thing you find strange is the name you call me?”
She grinned sheepishly. “Put like that is maybe a small thing compared to everything else. It still doesn't seem right to call you the name of an object.”
He shook his head, a fond smile on his face. “While I do enjoy the Twilight Scales moniker. If it would help…” his voice trailed as he thought a moment before nodding sharply to himself. “Arcath. It's a draconic word, the rough translation is 'spellscale’”
“Arcath.” She repeated slowly, testing the name. “Fits,” she says with a light laugh after a moment. “So the Light, you think that's a Val'kyr?”
“It's specifically trying for your soul. I don't know for sure what it is. But I don't want to risk it.” He grinned, “just because you couldn't promise your return to your family, doesn't mean I can't try to keep that promise myself.”
She blinked, taken aback that he was aware of that conversation. The blackness lightened around them, amber light flaring around them before streaking towards her. Arcath started forward, his shout drowned out by a howl that filled her with a frenetic energy…
Pain lanced through her, so sharp that it brought air rushing through her in a harsh gasp. Her sight slowly focused. She was out of the dark blackness of Arcath’s realm. The dragon himself was gone and Resileaf’s relieved face looked down at her. Energy filled her even as the pain faded to a dull ache. She felt the connection with the Scales reassert itself and relief flooded her, both her own and something else. She saw a large wolf fighting a pit lord as the rest of the forces swarmed Karthok.
She forced herself to her feet, walking forward to join the melee around Karthok. She knew after a few moments she would not be able to. He still vanished and reappeared, she didn't have the energy to keep up. There was one way to fight still, she ignored the concern flowing through the connection with the Scales and started the jumps again. The healing from the ancient bolstered her and made her exhaustion less noticeable.
Pain ricocheted down the bond, tearing a scream of pain from her mouth and forcing her to her knees. She growled and forced through it just in time to see a wave of black flowing from Karthok's decimated body…
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She fell forward, as if she had been running. She pulled in air in great gulps, wide eyes staring at the ground. A false vision, a nightmare, thank the Light. A nightmare; the destroyed city, her sister dead because she felt so sure it was a false clone or dreadlord. And Olson; sweet, loving and caring Olson, decrying her as Kate's murderer. More willing to stay and be slaughtered by the enemy than leave with her. A nightmare, just a nightmare.
Kathok cackled and spoke, the words washing over as she tried to come to grips with what she had just seen.
“Fitting that I should fall amongst such titans, isn't it?" Karthok stands, looking over the massive corpses of Accalia and Arkhorne, holding his stomach with one arm. "After all I've gone through, all I've accomplished, dying with gods is the least I deserve." He turns towards the others, looking them all over. "You people... I tore you apart... broke you. Even if you don't show it, I know. I know you all better than anyone else in your lives. I know what you're all made of, what you're really like. Creatures of chaos, of choice." He chuckles. "Order... you hate it. Loathe it. Even if you don't admit it. In order you have no choice, no options. But in the chaos, you're free. Just like me." Shokkra shakes herself off from her own nightmare and starts up towards where Karthok is. "I'm a part of you now. I'm your fear, your doubt, your choices. You'll carry me until the day you die and beyond. You'll never forget me, never forget what I did, who I was, what you are because of me." He laughs again, louder this time. "I'm the chaos inside you, now and forever." The orcess comes up behind him, pulling her revolver. She grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him into her arms, holding him tightly. She shuts her eyes, handing him the gun. He hugs her back, taking the revolver in hand and casting a shadow over Shokkra for an instant. Karthok looks towards the others, pointing the gun at them and flipping it open to check how many rounds he has. He laughs. "I earned this." He aims the revolver back to himself, lifts his chin, and fires.*
The shot rings through the air and she looks up, a low growl of fury rumbling through her. She wanted to destroy him, to prove every cackling word wrong. He had ended it and taken that away.
Everyone was tired, emotionally and physically. Tense arguments and standoffs browled around her. She barely paid attention. She wanted to go home. She wanted to leave this Light forsaken rock and forget everything. She wanted to see Kate, to know she was alive. She wanted to see Olson and know he didn't hate her. She wanted away.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the airship they arrived on made it back and docked to allow them on board. She could go home.
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She should be used to issue with sleep. Night terrors threaded themselves through her life for as long as she had remembered. From the nightmares spawned of her uncertainty regarding her parents death right after Strathome, to the ones of Dominic until she finally was able to slay his specter herself.
She let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a sob and a gasp for air, and sat up in bed. Her sheets tangled around sweat soaked limbs and her nightgown. She breathed in deeply, lavender oil filling the air and soothing the frazzled nerves from the dream. Had she escaped Karthok’s nightmare truly? Or was she just granted a reprieve in her waking moments? Were they waking? There were moments when she wasn't sure if she had ever left the battle torn rock in the Maelstrom.
She tried to calm her racing heart, feeling the incoming panic attack. Those she should also be used too, while it had been a while since a full flash back it didn't mean there hadn't been smaller bouts of anxiety. She bent over in a fetal position, her breaths came in harsh gasps as the pain of the nightmare raced through her. Harsh sobs threaded through the gasps of air. She gave up on trying to hold back the attack and riding it so she could try to regain her ability to breath.
Black started to creep into the edge of her vision as the sobs quieted and her breathing evened. Sleep of course was still well out of reach. She stood, climbing out of bed and walking to a window. She grinned, the expression both tired and fond, as she remembered teasing words to Kate.
“Do I have to worry about leaving the blinds on my bedroom window? It does face your bedroom.”
She knew she'd regret the question as soon as it was asked. Kate said nothing, her only answer was a wicked grin that reflected the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“That's a yes.” Myaka said with a bark of a laugh.
The fond grin faded sharply. Anxiety rose again, was she sure her death was a nightmare? A want to go to the house and bang on the door swelled in her, she forced it down. Light knew that would just wake up Zak and Kate, not to mention the three children. The stone was an option, but would also wake the two up. She glanced at a clock and let out a breathless sigh. Far too early for anyone to be awake.
All this worry was for nothing, morning would come and she'd see that. She was too wired to go back to sleep, soft padding footsteps took her downstairs. Her latest smithing project sat on her table, it would be a good way to calm down and hopefully get back to sleep. She ignored the fact that this was the second time in so many nights that she had been unable to sleep halfway through the night, she'd didn't have time to worry with the fight in Antorus nearing it's end.
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The months past sped their way through, december bleeding into January that then gave into the warming months of spring. Winter’s veil danced into Love is In The Air and soon the Lunar Festival loomed on the horizon.
Myaka let out a low breath, brown eyes traveling up the sword left by Sargaras. It had nearly stopped her heart when she saw his sword flying towards Azeroth. They had won, a long fought battle that pushed everyone as far as they could go. The combined forces of the Horde and Alliance needed to bring the fallen titan to ruin. Was it all for nothing?
She shook her head, pulling her thoughts from the dark path they went down. Her mind wandered easily recently. She reached up, plated hand rubbing absentmindedly against her chest. The strange pain was back, there had been a twinge of pain when she flew home to see to Kate after the end of the fight. A slight scraping sound of metal on metal played through the infested air. She supposed it didn’t matter that she couldn’t actually touch anything though the plate. She never actually felt a wound or anything that was causing the pain.
Exhaustion pulled at her mind momentarily. The nightmares had not lightened, if anything, they got worse. Sleep only came in the first few hours of the night and after she made do with naps. Silithus became an easy distraction, one she hoped would give her enough time until the nightmares went away.
She tried to believe that, she wouldn’t let Karthok have his victory. She wouldn’t let him win.
She could almost make herself believe it.
((*Karthok's speech is word for word from the RP, because I didn't want to mess up it's malice by paraphrasing haha))

Since I realized I forgot to update here, i'll do it now!
Myaka Winterborne: Keeper in the Twilight Empire. Myaka was found to be alive, just spirited away to the Halls of Valor. She now assists the Valarjar in the broken shore, as well as resuming her place in the Keepers of the Twilight Empire.

“Suramar siege-“
“…Failed, almost before they could attack.”
“Trapped by some time spell”
Myaka frowned as she heard the whispers and conversation in Dalaran that day.
“Pardon me,” She said softly as she approached the group the whispers came from. “What was that about the Suramar assault?”
“Elisande stuck back at them with no mercy.” One of them, a human spellcaster, said. “Some time spell trapped them all there. Only Priestess Whisperwind could be freed.”
Myaka blinked, worry filling her mind. Brianna Mackenzie and Resileaf Ravenwing were part of the forces assisting the rebels in attempts to retake Suramar City. Autumn Delenay had also been involved, but not in the fighting itself. She was certain that they had heard from Brianna, and Autumn would not had been a part of the first siege. But Resileaf…had they heard from Resileaf?
“When did this happen?” Myaka asked, still trying to remember the last contact with Resileaf.
“A few days ago, ‘round the beginning of the week.”
Myaka murmured her thanks to the group, a connection already opened with Kate to see if she had heard from Resileaf in the last few days. The negative answer set the dread farther in her gut as she began to work her way towards the siege location.
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She fought her way through the anomalies on the walkway. It was eerie how everything was so quiet and still. Darkened eyes darted from face to face, looking to see if the one she was looking for was here.
I pray she isn’t, Mya thought softly, I have no idea how this can be reversed if she is.
Her heart dropped as she came across a night elf suspended in midair.
“Oh, Resileaf…” She said with a mournful sigh. ‘It is as I feared.’ She said softly to Kate through the guild stone connection the two maintained.
She was already moving towards her as Kate spoke, asking how she looked and how the others in the armies looked. The elf didn’t look injured, just suspended in mid air. Kate’s suggestion to reassure her cut through her thoughts, moving somewhat slowly as she was.
“Resileaf?” She said firmly, “If you can hear me, we will get you out of this, we will find a way to break this magic and see you free.”
How that will be I don’t know, this magic is strong, I feel like I’m starting to move even slower as well.
She repeated Kate’s apology she asked her to give. “We are sorry it took us a few days to come looking, We-“ Myaka shakes her head slightly, “-I- should have come looking sooner.”
She looks around sadly, knowing her movements are becoming even slower. “I have to leave, what resistance my armor and shield are giving me is slowly dwindling, I can’t help you if I am trapped as well. But if I can build that resistance back up, I’ll come back.”
She turned to leave, every fiber of her being hating her inability to do more than offer words of assurance.
Plans were already forming in her mind, Councilor Smartgear was Kate’s suggestion to begin with. She would need to browse the archives at the Halls to see if they had any information on Demonsteel Armor, and if it should provide protection against the time spell.
She would need to assure that someone could make sure they could check in on Resileaf to be sure she wasn’t in danger by the anomalies in the area, or any further attacks from the Nightborne in the city.
The question remained, how were they to get her out? The spell itself must have been powerful to still have them trapped days after. It was still potent due to the slowing she felt while she was there.
Myaka shook her head lightly, still in thought. If they could save Priestess Whisperwind, then perhaps there is a way to break the time spell, but if it was easy then all the combatants would have been saved.
She would begin with enlisting the help of those more familiar with time magic, there had to be a way to break it, they couldn’t leave one of their own trapped.

The mist was cloying. It clung to those in the army, Valarjar and Azeroth forces alike. Mya shivered slightly, the cold and damp penetrating the armor more than any weapon could. The trials had concluded, long fought battles that pushed even Odyn and his two champions, Hymdall and Hryja, to the edge of their own abilities at combat.
One can never say I didn’t earn my place in the Valarjar. Myaka thought, slightly amused to think back on the fighting. Even those who were in the army already had to prove they could survive a push in Helya’s lair. While the Legion had been the focus of those in the army, Helya pushed to the forefront. She had found a way to capture and corrupt the souls of the Valajar, adding these now damned souls to the ranks of her own army.
The Helarjar, a mockery of Odyn’s army of Valarjar, had streamed from Helhiem. They attacked all those trying to fight back the Legion. If the souls were lucky, all they did was attack to kill. If these damned spirits came across one of Odyn’s chosen, they would do what they could to trap the soul, to bring it to Helheim so it could be twisted into another of the foul ranks.
Myaka’s thoughts were brought to a standstill when someone charged at her. Twin maces swung at her from both sides, trying to catch her no matter which way she dodged. Her shield raised quickly, the Twilight Scales deflecting the blows easily. Her return attack sputtered out as she registered who her attacker was.
How in the?!
The man before her was clad in what would have been pristine white plate armor at one point but now was rusted and orange with years of disuse. A tabard, white with a golden anchor that now seemed dull and dingy. Green eyes glared out at her from a face framed with close cropped red hair in a military cut.
Dominic Sanders charged at her again while her mind attempted to right itself from the sight in front of her. She dodged to the side, she knew that the other man could well out fight her in a physical fight. Fear and panic played in her mind as she tried to think of a plan.
I can’t beat him! Her mind raced as she tried to plan, she could continue to run, she could lose him in the fight and he’d have to find someone else to fight.
“Running Winterborne,” Dominic sneered at her, contempt clear in his voice. “There is no bitch and her elven toy to hide behind this time. Not so brave when you are alone, a coward like you never is brave alone.”
Hackles raised in the back of her mind at his taunt, but her fear and panic overwhelmed the anger. She had to get away, if she didn’t…memories whirled through her head, all the warnings and taunts he had threatened her with if she ever told what he had done. Obviously, he was aware now that she had not held her silence.
A feeling of disgust, quick and abrasive, cut through the panic in her mind and almost brought her up short as she continued to dodge around his attacks and tried to shake him. It took her a moment to realize the feeling was coming through the connection maintained between her battlerage and the Twilight Scales. The shield seemed to be glowing slightly, fire flicking at the cracks where the leystone had repaired it. Suddenly, the flames coalesced in a plume of shadowflame, and the shield was gone.
I thought you had potential, but you are just as unworthy as all the others.
The words were crackly, and came across the connection as well. They surprised her, she always suspected the shield was at least semi sentient. She had felt the smug way the connection opened when it’s power broke the hold Helya’s barrier had on her. It had never spoken to her however. She pushed the thought aside, now, she was even more out matched. The shields disappearance left her with just her short sword to both attack and defend with.
I thought you had potential.
What did that mean? Wasn’t it potential to know when she was outmatched? Only a fool fought when they could not win. She ran out of room to dodge around and brought her short sword to bear. Grimly she knew now that he would not find others to fight, he was focused on her.
The two traded blows back and forth, neither side gave an inch. Myaka focused on keeping her speed and attacks up even as exhaustion plagued her, the only break in her concentration was Kate asking for someone to come to her office that knew of subduing Death Knights. The small conversation the two had over a private stone bolstered her a bit, she had family to return too. She could not fall now, not after seeing what her supposed death at the Broken Shore had done to her family and friends.
We are evenly matched, she thought as she traded blows again. She dodged down around one mace swing, then blocked the other with her sword. She knocked him down with a shoulder charge and tried to take him down with a swipe from the sword. However, Dominic rolled to the side and avoided the attack. She looked up, seeing Rorrek standing on the side of the battle field, about to charge in and assist her. She didn’t want him too, she could not let this fight end with someone else slaying this specter from her past. She nodded when he stayed back, perhaps sensing she didn’t want help.
Dominic taunted her, as he had for every trade of blows, this time taunting her that now she could have someone else finish him, claiming she was weak, and it was the only way she would see his end. She was about to retort, when she realized something from her previous thought.
We are evenly matched. I am at a disadvantage due to the disappearance of the Twilight Scales and we are evenly matched. If I had a shield…I would be stronger then him.
She stood her ground at his next attack. Without the shield, she would be missing defensive power but…The maces hit hard, and she gritted her teeth as pain lanced through her at the hits. Her plan had worked. Her short sword had cleaved into his chest, cutting through his tabard and leaving a large open gash in the rotted plate.
“I don’t need anyone to stop you, not -anymore-.” She presses the attack on him, not letting him get his balance back. Suddenly, the connection to the Twilight Scales, nearly gone after it flashed away, flared to life. Smug satisfaction plays down the link.
Perhaps I was wrong about you after all. The words echoed down the line, stronger than ever before. Dominic took advantage of her distraction to swing the maces at her again. She followed the instinct of the connection, shield arm swinging up as she moved to block the blow. A shield coalesced on her arm, a part of her realized it looked different than before. Dominic reeled back, surprised by the sudden appearance and the shadowflame that burst at its arrival. She took advantage of his distraction to finish her original plan, her sword buried itself in the gash of his plate, piercing his heart.
The man fell back, black ichor pouring from the wound. “I will just come back, again and again.” He taunts, “I don’t die, I will never die.”
Myaka stared down at the man, her lips curling into a sneer. By the light, why was I ever afraid of this coward? “Your new mistress won’t like the fact you failed. You never broke me, you will -never- break me.”
She swings her sword in a wide arc, the man’s head separating cleanly from the body as the man collapses into a pile of forgotten plate and desiccated flesh.

((Hi all! I thought it was time to move Mya's story thread for Legion over, so you all can read it too if you aren't on the TE site, this first story is to explain the title, and then the second one will be (mostly) present day.)) How many more can there be?
The military had been fighting almost from the moment they made landfall. Demons continued to pour from innumerable portals in the surrounding area. One portal closed just meant another opened nearby. This makes the Quorum look like a small scout force.
The words were a low growl in her mind. The Legion invasion struck Azeroth with earnest, there seemed to be no end to the onslaught.
She spun in place, the borrowed shield strapped to her arm raising to block a blow from a large felguard. She missed her father’s shield, but didn’t regret the choice to leave it at home. She knew the enchantments on it could be broken by the legion forces, and the magic may call other demons to attack her. The alliance shield, dispersed through the military armory, had performed admirably but she would feel more comfortable with an item she personally forged.
She could see the early fighters beginning to flag in energy, even her battlerage was turning sluggish. Time had blurred, blocks and parries bleeding into sword swipes and return attacks. A sound cut through the clashes and clangs of the fight, sounds of metal squealing and wood cracking. She turned towards the sound to see Rorrek and Brianna, her fellow imperials in trouble. Rorreks’ shield had shattered; the destruction was the sound she heard. felhounds surrounded Brianna, eyestalks drawing magic and life force from the priest.
Myaka charged trying to clear a path to the pair so she could provide aid. A pit lord, massive in weight and height, intercepted her. The beasts’ pike tore through demons and alliance forces alike. She dived down to avoid the pike, her mind flitting between evasion or fight. Dodge, continue to Therrien and Mackinzie, demon still active and danger to them. Discard.
Fight, finish quickly, abdomen weak point, unarmored.
The decision, made in mere heartbeats, sent her dive into a roll. Her crouched form rocketed upwards, she put all her normal power she would normally use in the upward leap and let her weight and momentum aid to the power behind her blade as it angled towards the edge of the pitlords’ armored chest. The blade hit home, digging deep into the demon’s stomach. It cut through flesh and innards like paper, leaving a large mortal wound when she landed. The demon had already begun its death throes and she turned to continue towards Rorrek and Brianna.
Heat blossomed then, overwhelming and scorching. Felfire ballooned from the mortal wound on the demon, growing into an inferno. She barely had time to lift the shield in an attempt to defend herself from the conflagration that swept over her. After a few moments, the felfire dissipated leaving only a seared and twisted alliance shield in it’s wake.

When she found out, it was after the fighting concluded. Fiery rage burned in her chest as she attempted to keep battlerage at bay. She would be of no use to the recovery in Stormwind itself, not as she was now.
Cowards! She snarled to herself, Cowards! The lot of them. So much of the Stormwind Militia and Military had been deployed to the Broken Isle to fight the Legion. So many people, on both sides of the faction divide had died to keep the Legion from destroying all life on Azeroth and…
The Grim, how did it truly surprise her that such a depraved group of monsters could strike at them, slaughter civilians, strike at their leaders, did they not understand that there was a more important target in the Legion?
Of course not, they probably see the legion as their fel damned kin.
She still fought on the various warfronts, she felt they still needed defense from the small bands of Horde that did not honor the unofficial truce that existed while the fought the Legion. It seemed that she was correct in that thought, they could not leave their holdings undefended.
Could Lady Proudmoore be right? She had heard of Jaina Proudmoore’s heated words in the Throne Room after the disastrous fight on the Broken Shore that saw the death of King Varian Wrynn, that they couldn’t trust the Horde. That King Wrynn’s death was a result of the Horde abandoning them at a pivotal moment. Even now, as furious as she was, she could not think all Horde were a danger in the way Lady Proudmoore did. However, the Grim attack showed that there were still those in the Horde that would use the current fight with the Legion to strike at the Alliance.
The Grim and their Mandate were as much of a danger to Azeroth as the Legion was. An army that can’t trust each other is doomed to failure, how many people apply the Grim’s depravity to all of the Horde?

I have used "By the Light" or "By the Earthmother" when I played horde in casual conversation.
Like Kate, I've responded to Mya before if someone says that name nearby, I have also accidentally signed my name as Myaka, even though my real name is nothing close to it haha. Luckily I've caught it so far!

Myaka Winterborne: Keeper in the Twilight Empire. Myaka is dead, killed by fel fire during the original assault on the Broken Shore
Mervic Ducharme: Paladin, former Knight of the Silver Hand. Mervic is attempting to assist the Alliance where he can with the invasions from the Legion. He is also starting to attend events and meetings of the Twilight Empire so that he can look after his adopted daughters friends and family to honor her memory after her death.

I actually took one of the ideas from Kex'ti's thread that Resi linked. I really liked the concept behind the Nightfall Drakeswarrd he created for the prot warrior artifact. I did a bit of tweaking to make it fit with Mya and she actually received the shattered pieces of it during Quorum. I'm looking forward to playing with it come Legion!

How many more can there be?
The military had been fighting almost from the moment they made landfall. Demons continued to pour from innumerable portals in the surrounding area. One portal closed just meant another opened nearby.
This makes the Quorum look like a small scout force.
The words were a low growl in her mind. The Legion invasion struck Azeroth with earnest, there seemed to be no end to the onslaught. She spun in place, the borrowed shield strapped to her arm raising to block a blow from a large felguard. She missed her father’s shield, but didn’t regret the choice to leave it at home. She knew the enchantments on it could be broken by the legion forces, and the magic may call other demons to attack her. The alliance shield, dispersed through the military armory, had performed admirably but she would feel more comfortable with an item she personally forged.
She could see the early fighters beginning to flag in energy, even her battlerage was turning sluggish. Time had blurred, blocks and parries bleeding into sword swipes and return attacks. A sound cut through the clashes and clangs of the fight, sounds of metal squealing and wood cracking. She turned towards the sound to see Rorrek and Brianna, her fellow imperials in trouble. Rorreks’ shield had shattered; the destruction was the sound she heard. felhounds surrounded Brianna, eyestalks drawing magic and life force from the priest.
Myaka charged trying to clear a path to the pair so she could provide aid. A pit lord, massive in weight and height, intercepted her. The beasts’ pike tore through demons and alliance forces alike. She dived down to avoid the pike, her mind flitting between evasion or fight.
Dodge, continue to Therrien and Mackinzie, demon still active and danger to them. Discard.
Fight, finish quickly, abdomen weak point, unarmored.
The decision, made in mere heartbeats, sent her dive into a roll. Her crouched form rocketed upwards, she put all her normal power she would normally use in the upward leap and let her weight and momentum aid to the power behind her blade as it angled towards the edge of the pitlords’ armored chest. The blade hit home, digging deep into the demon’s stomach. It cut through flesh and innards like paper, leaving a large mortal wound when she landed. The demon had already begun its death throes and she turned to continue towards Rorrek and Brianna.
Heat blossomed then, overwhelming and scorching. Felfire ballooned from the mortal wound on the demon, growing into an inferno. She barely had time to lift the shield in an attempt to defend herself from the conflagration that swept over her. After a few moments, the felfire dissipated leaving only a seared and twisted alliance shield in it’s wake.

Myaka looks up when asked about Katelle, a warm smile forming. "Kate is my General, and has perhaps been driven crazy by some of my habits." The warrior chuckles softly, "But she is my sister, and my closest friend. I would not be here if not for her." She grins, "And I'm sure I keep life interesting for her, though if that is good or bad she may be still deciding."

Hallo new friend! The others have covered things pretty well thus far but i'll send my warm hello's as well! I'm Myaka-Ravenholdt to use Kate's idea I'm always up for chatting or RPing. Welcome to the server!

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